A fond hello

Hello. My name is Karin, known to all but a few as Kit, to some as the Kitster, and to myself as Karinmandias, the crankiest woman on the planet. Someone once called me Kitterwitter -- I am glad to say that they have regained complete use of their right hand, though the feeling in their legs has yet to return. In any case, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

No really, I mean it. It is hard to convey sincerity (or sincerity's evil twin, sarcasm -- or any other human emotion, come to think of it) through the vast network of tubes which tether our tiny worlds together, but when I say that I am glad you came, happy you took the time to peruse our little corner of the inter-web, I am as earnest as I can possibly be, which is pretty damn earnest.

I am writing this with the expectation that someone will read it, someone other than my foxy partner in crime, Sarah. This is probably not the case, as we have yet to alert anyone we know to the existence of this here "blag", conceived over a bucket of fries in the ever accommodating Dairy Queen of our quaint and odious college town, being Morris, Minnesota.

But someday you will come, droves of you, to glean the shining grains of our temporally sensitive humor. And on that day, I hope you read this, and know just how much we appreciate your readership.

Now if you will kindly excuse me, I've got to go beat my downstairs neighbor with a length of rubber tubing for listening to techno music at this ungodly hour.

Adieu, my little cheeses. Adieu.